The information below is something that I am sending to Jason while he is at Field Training. Trying to give him something to think about that will take his mind off of bullshit.
Kyle, know that this stuff isn’t going to interfere with the stuff we were talking about with Kacper. It may overlap, however.
Shade Story Stuff: [Speaking to Jason]
OOC: I had your character leave a mysterious note to the party the following day after you encountered Dvorak, the Packlord (Noble Dark Sidhe from the Feydark). You mentioned that you had to speak with him on a matter of most terrible import concerning the Black Company. He was speaking to you over a distance telepathically the entire time you left the encounter and he promised you that if you were to come back and speak with him he would make a deal you could not refuse to destroy your enemies.
Shade returned to the Dark Sidhe’s fey mound with some mild trepidation, but a part of him had given up the need for true fear in this life and that part refused to let him turn back. If Dvorak sought to destroy him alone he would likely have been able to do it with the rest of the Black Company contingent. Shade was no fool – messing with the Dark Fey was not a task one took on lightly. However, the urgency in the Sidhe’s voice was…disconcerting. So, here he was standing in between the twin obsidian trees looking into a portal into the Feydark and speaking to an ancient being with power beyond comprehension.
“I applaud your fearlessness, Vampire. Even with the blessing of the Raven Queen you must know that your kind, those dead who will not die, are disliked by the servants of that dark mistress. You must know that as her servant, as a noble of the Dark Court, if she bids me leave to destroy you, I must do just that.”
Long moments passed while the Vampire observed the Dark Noble, face impassive and unconcerned. Dvorak’s allies, twin Displacer Nightmares, edged up and around the Sidhe watching the assassin with hungry looks.
“Very well. You will not indulge with tedious conversation? Just as well – I imagine that the conversation of a man locked in a box for two centuries is less than riveting. We shall get straight to the point, my friend. My ally.”
The Dark Sidhe reached down to pet his favorite Packlord with a clawed and gnarled hand speaking into the darkness and not looking up at Shade.
“The Raven Queen has no love for you, directly, but long ago the Great Emperor, Conn, whose banner you seek to carry, made a deal with the Dark Court of the Sidhe. The Raven Queen would watch from her end of the Shadowfell and ensure that no creature of greater power than she ever wandered from the Feydark and into the World of Men and Mortals. The Raven Queen’s Dark Court is not the only within the Feydark, but it is by far the most powerful with the most powerful Nobles defending her. She is not quite a god in your sense of the term, young Vampire, but she may as well be for all you are concerned.”
“The Raven Queen has sensed an awakening within the darkest corners of the Feydark where her land touches upon the Shadowfell – home of the God of Battle, Conn. A being of enormous trickery, a being made entirely of deceit reaches through with a soft touch and seeks to enter this realm. She has made political forays into a group you may know as the “Tower” on the mortal plane and through those assassin agents she has arranged for that “Tower” to be bolstered by the most unique of elves – the mysterious Drow.”
“These agents, even know, so destruction and chaos wherever they may reach. Their power is dangerous and the being they serve more dangerous still. With enough death, enough assassination, enough chaos and political fallout, her power will rise so that she may break through the Hidden Barriers of this world. For you, I have a deal that will enable you to help stop her.”
“You may ask, why? Why should you, why should the Black Company seek to stop this creature when you have so much else to deal with, so much else on your plate? Well, you see, the Raven Queen is not the only being of immense power to have come into contact with Conn. This goddess who seeks to spin forth her web into the realm of mortal men has a special hatred for the scions of Conn, the Black Company and others. Her drow assasssins have made a special deal with this Duke Aramakis and, even now, work to destroy the officers remaining in Phoenix Hold. They will target your kind, your Company, and they will seek to destroy you all.”
The Dark Sidhe leaned back, smiling upwards and holding both hands open, palms up. As his back hit the obsidian throne appearing beneath him the shadows at his feet spiral into a portal of sorts. Crawling forth from the shadow of the Feydark, dark sidhe, pixies, fey, sprites, and quicklings, and a small contingent of lost elves, Drow in the service of the Raven Queen, make their way to kneel at the side of the Noble Lord.
“You will aid me in stopping this fiasco, friend Vampire. You will make a binding pact with me in the service of the Raven Queen. I will grant you leave to spread your bloody disease to these followers, these servants of the Dark Court, and they will work their fel glamour upon the assassins of our mutual enemy. Your Vampiric Fey will seek out each of the Drow and attempt to destroy them before they can reach their goals. And in return, I will grant you power and a binding choice: take up the Mantle of Noble in the Dark Court, become the Vampire Lord in service to the Raven Queen and serve her as truly as you serve your Company…or offer to slay any one being of her choosing. No matter the power or cost.”
Let me know what you think about all this. Feel free to change any and all of it as you want. If you don’t get time to work on any of it before you come back, that’s fine.